Len eyed him close for several moments.
“Thought I’d drop in and renew old acquaintance, Amos,” he said slowly. “You ain’t scared of me, are yuh?”
Amos cleared his throat dryly and shifted his feet.
“I don’t know why I should be afraid of you, Ayres.”
“I didn’t know. After the things you said about me at that trial⸺”
“Oh, that’s part of my job—was part of it, I mean.”
“You didn’t mean it, Amos?”
“Well—no, I didn’t mean much of it. You see⸺”
“You meant part of it, didn’t yuh, Amos?—the dirty and mean parts. But we’ll let that go. I’ve paid the price. I remember yuh spoke about the debt I owed to society. Well, I paid it, and I hope the society you spoke about is satisfied.”
“Oh, everything is all right now, Ayres.”